AV 14 Swiss Miss Strip Match for the Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear Vs. Marisa Evans

Knowing that conquering Natasha would mean a full out campaign of sexual warfare, Marisa had planned to slide a hand under the other woman's skirt in order to fondle her sex. But it seemed the European had other plans, bringing her legs up and ensnaring Marisa's waist, trapping their groins together. Still, Marisa had the top position, so she figured she had the advantage of control.

The model began to roll her hips, her vast sexual experience allowing her to keep her sex aligned with Natasha's despite the cloth between them. Switching her mouth's attention to her foe's other nipple, Marisa seized it lightly between her teeth, holding it steady while her tongue began a whirlwind of motion around the trapped bit of flesh. Almost a nipple lock of sorts, when Marisa mentally gave herself pause to consider it.

Maybe she should make it a signature move or something.

Still, she let out a low moan around Natasha's nipple as the friction between their nether regions went on, reminding her that her opponent had a bit of a head start, with her little oral siege of Marisa's sex earlier....

Natasha felt like she was back at home playing a game of chess as she and Marisa made moves and counter moves, each of them looking to outplay the other and claim the hentai title for themselves. Natasha had sacrificed the top position to Marisa so that she could wrap her legs around the model to take control of her lower body, caressing the woman's damp pussy with her own with only the thin white skirt in between them to temper the delectable sensations such contact brought them both. Her fingers remained tightly entwined with Marisa's all the while, ensuring the woman couldn't sneak a wandering hand south to explore more of the Frenchwoman's body.

Marisa had her attention focused upon Natasha's nipples which were already swelling with her arousal, teeth pressed in around the right nipple while her tongue swirled over the top of it like a whirlpool. Natasha's reply to all this was a single drawn out moan that last several seconds, her eyes fluttering between open and closed as her lips parted and let slip the soft cry of pleasure.

"And you called me your second favorite Frenchwoman, one might think differently from how hard you're working there Marisa." Natasha said once her moan had subsided, smiling blissfully as she started rocking her upper body from left to right grinding her tits into Marisa's face in the process. She was happy with how things were proceeding between her sex and Marisa's, curious to see if Marisa would allow it to continue in this game of sexual chicken.

"Oh, I always give my best efforts when I'm in the ring." Marisa replied. "Don't take it personally, but you'd have to put in a lot of time and effort to take Belinda's place as 'Marisa's favorite French girl'."

Her mouth then returned to work, this time kissing and licking Natasha's ear seductively. The model sought to turn her own arousal into a weapon of sorts, as now Natasha heard every soft moan and sigh of pleasure Marisa made directly into her ear.

The former champion knew that Natasha had a lead of sorts, having had a chance to work Marisa's sex over. At this rate, she'd just grind herself into an orgasm before Natasha's control broke. She needed to take a risk, and change things up, and soon, judging by the rising heat in her sex.

Letting go of Natasha's hands, Marisa suddenly tried to roll, put putting the blue haired woman on top. But she didn't plan to remain on bottom. The American would also sit up sharply and pushed against Natasha's chest, hoping to push the French girl off of her and dump her onto her back in the chocolate!

Marisa's answer really shouldn't have bothered Natasha in the least, she had even been expecting it, but for some reason hearing it from her actually annoyed the Frenchwoman as if she had just been insulted. She had never counted herself amongst the prideful but thats exactly what it was, Marisa had just wounded her pride and Natasha wasn't going to let her leave the ring that night without giving changing her mind her best effort.

She wasn't the only one bringing her A game however, Marisa already having moved on from Natasha's breasts to teasing the woman's ear, her moans blocking out any other sound on her left side. It was quite a turn on for Natasha who felt more like she was listening to the whispers of a lover in bed than an opponent within the ring, but it wasn't quite as effective at heating her up as having her breasts suckled by Marisa had been so she wasn't going to object if she kept on. "Belinda hasn't even wrestled in years...maybe its time you move on." Natasha replied, pausing for a moment before adding, "or you can keep her in your mind and I will just take the belt without a fight."

Natasha was content at the moment with how the match was progressing as she knew unless Marisa changed things quickly she was going to be enjoying the woman's orgasm soon enough. Just as she was thinking this Marisa rolled to the side reversing their positions yet again, puzzling Natasha as it seemed an odd choice but then she felt her pushing up against her and it all clicked in her head. Natasha rose up into an upright position but her legs held firm around Marisa's waist and her hands shot down to latch onto Marisa's mounds through her dirndl, using those mounds as hand holds while she tried to exert control over her position on top of Marisa.

*Well this didn't go as well as I wanted....* the model thought to herself as Natasha managed to keep herself from toppling over. She even latched her hands onto the front of the former champion's dirndl, finding her breasts through the garment.

"Aw, don't be mad, 'Tasha." Marisa chided in reply to Natasha's comment. "You're in elite company just being on my favorites list."

Reaching up, Marisa tried to snag Natasha's head and pull it down into a front face lock by tucking it under the arm. Although Natasha may have the top position, Marisa hoped to maintain some measure of control over her fellow wrestler.

In her memory of their match nearly two years ago Natasha distinctly remembered how lovely the shape of Marisa's large and firm breasts had been, and if the resistance her probing fingers were getting was any indication that hadn't changed at all since then. "I don't want to be in good company, I want to be the top, same thing goes for the hentai belt I'm gonna win tonight." Natasha replied, feeling more playful than she had a moment ago now that she had the top position.

"Ugh!" Was Natasha's response as Marisa's fingers buried themselves in her hair, gripping the back of her head in a clear effort to pull her down for some kind of mischief that couldn't be good for the Frenchwoman. She leaned forward against her will, arms buckling for a few seconds until Natasha slowed her descent to a halt, her hands pressing against Marisa's tits once again to keep her from being pulled down completely.

If there was one thing Natasha felt she had over Marisa it was physical strength thanks to all her regular matches and sparring, fighting off the woman's efforts to drag her into the headlock and then pushing herself back up. Her legs uncurled from around Marisa so that her knees were flat on the mat, her lower legs cross over Marisa's thighs so that her feet could rub against the woman's sex while she fought her for control of the hold.

Marisa frowned as Natasha halted the model's attempt to try and tie up her head, the Frenchwoman using superior strength to pull free.

However, now the former champion was free of Natasha's leg scissors, and for that Marisa was glad. She was still on the bottom of this pile of women, but she was confident she could work with that.

"Really...ungh...your feet?" Marisa said as Natasha's feet caressed her womanhood, giving a surprised groan of pleasure. "I didn't think you were that kinky...!"

The model thrust upwards with her hips and lower body, trying to buck Natasha off of her and roll her off into the chocolate. However, Marisa's hands grasped onto the dress of Natasha's dirndl. If she managed to get the European off of her, she wanted to be able to try to remove an article of clothing, which would be, in her mind, another solid step closer to winning this thing.

Everything Natasha did was in the pursuit of bringing Marisa closer to orgasm and the most effective method of achieving that goal was stimulating her already damp pussy. With her hands occupied with the woman's full breasts she didn't have many options available to her but that wasn't going to stop Natasha, using her feet instead to stroke Marisa's pussy lips while she kept her pinned down in the chocolate.

"Marisa were wrestling in a ring covered in swiss chocolate while wearing dirndl, I think we have kinky well covered." Natasha jokingly answered Marisa, laughing at the absurdity of it all while at the same time thinking of other ways she could use the unique match set up to her advantage.

Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted as Marisa shot her hips skyward launching a surprised Natasha clean off of her, the Frenchwoman throwing herself to the side to roll away from Marisa only to hear a loud tearing sound as she got away. Rolling onto her knees Natasha glanced at Mairsa's hands which were clenched tight around the remains of Natasha's skirt, a look down confirming she was now completely naked from the waist down. With her bodice already gone that left Natasha with just her blouse left and it was already fraying from Marisa's tearing of her bodice.

"Oh me, oh my." Marisa grinned. "I see London, I see France, I see Natasha's....whoo-ha cause we're not wearing underpants!"

With that, Marisa got up, facing away from her opponent. She swung Natasha's captured dress over head after getting back to her feet, somehow getting back to a standing position quickly without dumping herself back down in the gooey chocolate. The crowd would cheer as the model would toss the garment out of the ring. Although she meant to send it sailing into the crowd, the chocolate weighed it down, making her throw fall short.
The model shrugged, as if to say 'Sorry about that' as she turned back towards Natasha.

Natasha was far too comfortable with what she did for a living to be embarrassed by Marisa's teasing but what she didn't care for was how Marisa turned her back to the Frenchwoman as if she could afford it. Natasha grinned and rose up onto her feet, taking a few careful steps to draw closer to Marisa while the woman was preoccupied with the crowd, waiting for her to turn around so she could ounce upon her. "You really do have a great ass Marisa." Natasha said to get the woman's attention, Marisa turning around just in time to see Natasha charging straight for her with a wide grin on her lips.

She had only taken a few steps but it was enough for her to build up the speed she needed before throwing herself forward, catching Marisa by surprise with a spear that brought the woman crashing down into the chocolate with Natasha's shoulder digging into her midsection. Natasha reached up and grabbed hold of the edge of Marisa's bodice, rising up onto her knees and yanking on the piece of clothing to tear it from the woman's body.